...things of existence — our feelings teach us to yearn after the far, the difficult, the unseen, * Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn.' But ' the golden exhalations' last not — our fancies make the opium of our life, the rapture and...

...'d from my life. For O ! he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream , Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanish'd — and returns not. Coun. O be not...

...and Denbigh will answer for me,) 1 Bronwylfa is here supposed to allude to the pate of -lEschylus, upon which an eagle dropped a tortoise to crack the...the familiar, With golden exhalations of the dawn." 1 Here, on what the boys would call " mamma's sofa" — a little grassy mound under her favourite beech-tree...

...intellect, no height too lofty for his soaring spirit. He spiritualized while he imitated realities ; clothing " the palpable and the familiar with golden exhalations of the dawn ;" for a refined and perfect ideal was before his mental vision. Yet manliness and simplicity are with...

...is excited, which in some measure transmutes the forms of things from their actual prosaic aspect, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Still less can verse or metrical form be regarded as constituting the essence, or even one of the essentials,...

...am no parvenu — you and 1, my good brother, Have stood here this century facing each other; And I can remember the days that are gone, When your sides...the familiar, With golden exhalations of the dawn." 1 Here, on what the boys would call- "mamma's sofa" — a little grassy mound under her favourite beech-tree...

...flower, and tuft of moss that sprung amidst its green recesses, was invested with some in dividual charm by that rich imagination, so skilled in " Clothing...the familiar, With golden exhalations of the dawn." 1 Here, on what the boys would call " mamma's sofa" — a little grassy mound under her favourite beech-tree...

...vanish'd from my life. For О I he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanish'd — and returns not. COUNTESS. 0...

...barren in robes of luxuriant fertility, — and invest the trivial with all manner of significance, "Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn." Genius in one way, and faith in another and better, surround their possessors with " a new heavens...

...come down ! I look through the future (and far I can see, As St Asaph and Denbigh will answer for me), And in spite of thy scorn, and of all thou hast done,...golden exhalations of the dawn."* Here, on what the hoys would call " mamma's sofa" — a little grassy mound under her favourite beech-tree — she first...